Tuesday, December 28, 2010


Are fallible.
Are unkind.

Are dual-minded.
I cannot find.

Think you know.
Barely trust.

Will turn to dust.


Don't come to.
Do not see.

Doubt your heart.
Do not see me.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Because I Found These Deliciously Intriguing...

I was looking at a lot of concept art for the Disney Princesses that is floating around the web, and I found some that were just... so different, and some very good, that I just... wonder what if they were like this? Hmm?

This one was my fav... It has so many little details that tell a story... Then again, I really never liked Disney's "Sleeping Beauty" anyway.

Those were my top choices. 
See more here.

The next in line is a series of "comic book-style" Disney girls, which, as is a tendency of the American graphic artists, are a little racy. 

But here are my favs. More to be found Here.

Again with the whole, "I-didn't-like-Sleeping-Beauty-so-I-like-this-one-better" thing.

This made me chuckle. Haha.

Not a Disney Princess, but I LOVE this one. Hook looks so devious.


I think this one is really over-sexed, and I loved Belle as drawn by the animators... however, the Beast here... fabulous.

These are much nicer and beautiful...
From "The Art of the Disney Princess."
(Real Book)

I'm done. :)

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Darling Sister,

I don't care.

I still love and care for you always.


Dearest Sister,

I was wrong.
I am sorry.


Sunday, November 28, 2010

Two Little Princesses...

Two little princesses...

 ...dancing in a row
Spinning fast and freely on their little toes

Where the light will take them...

 ...no one really knows
Two little princesses...
 ...dancing in a row

~Tin Man~

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Fairest of Them All.

Mirror, Mirror,
On the wall,
Who is the fairest, of them all?

Is it a she?
Well, it must be.
No man can ever be pretty.

What of her hair?
Is she a soft blonde?
Or,perhaps, a coppery bronze?

Her eyes a green?
A ponderous blue?
Or a deep black, so jet and true?

Does she have a mind
Of sharpest wit?
Has she a nature of raw and grit?

Her body, tell me,
Is it perfect and thin?
Long lean legs, and nice strong chin?

Her breasts are perfect,
Round, and firm.
Oh is it true? Oh do confirm!

Oh Mirror, Mirror,
On the wall,
Show me this girl, the fairest of all!

Mirror, what is this!
This not she!
Mirror, you've only shown me, me!

Fuck you, Mirror,
Curse your stupid wall,
And you know not who she is-

The fairest of them all.

Sunday, October 17, 2010


*Cough* Naive~
lacking worldly experience and understanding, especially simple and guileless, artless, and credulous. Showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement. Connotes credulity that impedes effective functioning in a practical world. Complete absence of complexity in thought. Unconcern for the reaction produced by others, which usually comes from a deeply rooted conceit and pompous lack of humility. Often this is a characteristic of a person who has not experienced the world and has too closely held archetypes. Idealistic.


Thursday, September 23, 2010


If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine 
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung, 
Would you hear my voice come thru the music, 
Would you hold it near as it were your own? 

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken, 
Perhaps they're better left unsung. 
I don't know, don't really care 
Let there be songs to fill the air. 

Ripple in still water, 
When there is no pebble tossed, 
Nor wind to blow. 

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty, 
If your cup is full may it be again, 
Let it be known there is a fountain, 
That was not made by the hands of men. 

There is a road, no simple highway, 
Between the dawn and the dark of night, 
And if you go no one may follow, 
That path is for your steps alone. 

Ripple in still water, 
When there is no pebble tossed, 
Nor wind to blow. 

You who choose to lead must follow 
But if you fall you fall alone, 
If you should stand then whos to guide you? 
If I knew the way I would take you home. 

La dee da da da, la da da da da, da da da, da da, da da da da da 
La da da da, la da da, da da, la da da da, la da, da da.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

...know me

Know me.
Understand what I am.
Know me, or it will break you into pieces.
I will break you into a million pieces.
I am not that which fits in a box.
I am not so easily fitting into a rubric.
Know me
Know me or It will break you into pieces.
Know before I show you and make you feel it from your core.
Until you break into a million pieces.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Eat Me.

Eat me.
Drink me.
Consume me.
See me.
Be me.
Taste me.
Like me.
Hug me.
Love me.
Touch me.
Caress me.
Grasp me.
Kiss me.
Punish me.
Bruise me.
Hate me.
Tumble me.

Look at what has led you to Sin!

I am the Ponderous, Wandering Soul...

I dream of impish fancies and fairy dust. I long for starlight glamour and twilight's glitter. I wish for sunny hearts and stormy minds. I ache for the touch of love and the caress of a lover...

Tell me, fellow soul...
Tell me of the poisoned fruits and the inescapable truths.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

I am a dual being

I am two fold...
I have a monster in me at all times, for when one is not present the other becomes the monster inside.
I am malcontent.
I crave reciprocation.
When it is not received or not returned by someone...
They become my PREY.
Only then may I let loose a monster so vile, 
so lustful,
so desiring of reciprocation.
Then that monster becomes me 
and inside another monster forms,

Uncurls from being me, to being the monster,
once me, now a monster,
once let loose, me again.

I dare you to continue 

Saturday, July 17, 2010

And my heart made a sighing sound...

sinking back into my chest,
creating a larger cavity of empty space where nothing lives or dwells.
I am concave...
Not a thought on love?
Only one.
I loved.
I love.
I will love.
But the spaces in my heart continue to get bigger
and my heart sighs deeper.

Friday, July 9, 2010

This is our last chance...

This is our last chance, Give me your hands.  'Cause our world is spinning at the speed of light.  The night is fading, heart is racing.  Now just come and love me like we're gonna die.

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

No day but today

yesterday is only judgement

tomorrow is only hope

someday is only a lie to cover up never

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

A Thought...

Dear Autumn...

...never felt so close to a song. [promise you will come with me when the wind blows]

Broke my heart 
On the road 
Spent the weekend 
Sewing the pieces back on 

Crayons and dolls pass me by 
Walking gets too boring 
When you learn how to fly 

Not the homecoming kind 
Take the top off 
And who knows what you might find 

Won't confess all my sins 
You can bet I'll try it 
But You can't always win 

'Cause I'm a gypsy 
Are you coming with me? 
I might steal your clothes 
And wear them if they fit me 
I never made agreements 
Just like a gypsy 
And I won't back down 
'Cause life's already bit me 
And I won't cry 
I'm too young to die 
If you're gonna quit me 
'Cause I'm a gypsy 

I can't hide 
what I've done 
Scars remind me 
Of just how far that I've come 
To whom it may concern 
Only run with scissors 
When you want to get hurt 

'Cause I'm a gypsy 
Are you coming with me? 
I might steal your clothes 
And wear them if they fit me 
I don't make agreements 
Just like a gypsy 
And I won't back down 
'Cause life's already bit me 
And I won't cry 
I'm too young to die 
If you're gonna quit me 
'Cause I'm a gypsy 

I said hey you 
You're no fool 
If you say 'NO' 
Ain't it just the way life goes? 
People fear what they don't know 
Come along for the ride, Oh yeah 
Come along for the ride, whoo-hoo 

'Cause I'm a gypsy 
Are you coming with me? 
I might steal your clothes 
And wear them if they fit me 
Never made agreements 
Just like a gypsy 
And I won't back down 
'Cause life's already bit me 
And I won't cry 
I'm too young to die 
If you're gonna quit me 
'Cause I'm a gypsy

Are you coming with me?
I already know the answer 
I feel the wind it takes me 
Please will you just go with me


Monday, June 28, 2010

To Dream in Ethereal Beauty...

Last night I was penniless,
To-morrow, I might be again.
But to-day,
I am the princess I deserve to be...

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Thursday, June 17, 2010


Is fun. It enables sisters to reunite!

Monday, May 3, 2010

Predictability Irrationality

I spoke to a man today about the altruists who sacrifice without making the choice to and help their species survive. It was amazing to hear a new theory about real altruism that is not personality or a decision, but a unconscious and very real trait almost.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Hello. Goodbye.
I hold onto the most wonderful and sweetest of thoughts.
They dance inside my mind asking me whatever is next.
Oam Shanti.
They return with a vengeance if I send them away with any sort of mantra.
I collect them in my head.
Each and every experience of life is kept and becomes a part of me.
Even dreams,
and things I imagine become real and they mold with my being.
Oam Shanti.
If Tao is the non experience,
If Virtue is the mediation of all things,
If Information is the answer,
If Motivation is the First action,
If Love is the Key...
Oam Shanti.
I am more experienced than a thousand year old paraglider,
I am virtuous relatively to my mediation of all ways of life,
I am all knowing if I have no questions,
I am not lazy because I feel the best corse of action is non at all,
I hold more keys than any janitor...
Oam shanti.
I value life above all else,
And Color is second to non.
I am false humility
and categorized by psychiatrists under a term my three year old brother could come up with.
I am a bandwagon yogi and often confused-
Oam Shanti.
Blue light in....
All the good things of this world...
Grey light out...
All the bad things of this world...
...what would a grey light look like?...
Maybe smoke...
I love the way smoke looks under a color light...
Oam Shanti.
Bring your mind back,
Do not wonder.
Do not allow the stories in your mind to burst forth
Oam Shanti.
Your Mind.
Oam Shanti




My hands are quite a ways from me.
It is as if i stretch for legions.
I am sitting on the world.
Earth is getting smaller and smaller
Until it is no more.
Only me.
The vastness and I.
My hands are the first to disappear from me.
My legs uncross without me.
They seem to leave in a glowing warmth.
The warmth stays but my body is leaving me.
My back stretches for miles and years pass by.
Then it is gone.
My eyelids are almost fluttering on their own.
For each and every hour and life comes and goes in the space of a breath.
My eyes are closed but I see.
I am fathoms from myself.
I am only thoughts and only words are hindering me from leaving entirely.
Oam shanti
I try to distance myself from the words.
Rather than speaking them in my head,
I feel them in my core.
Energy Peace.
Finally 'I' am nothing.

For one moment I was nothing today. I sat in the grass next to a rushing creek behind my boyfriends house and attempted to meditate. I Have never been nothing. It was wonderful. For a few seconds i had no thoughts I just Was.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

"How Could I Know?"

How could I know I would have to leave you?
How could I know I would hurt you so?
You were the one the one I was born to love,
How could I ever know?
How could I ever know?

How can I say to go on without me?
How, when I know you still need me so?
How can I say not to dream about me?
How could I ever know?
How could I ever know?

Forgive me,
Can you forgive me,
And hold me in your heart?
And find some new way to love me,
Now that we're apart?

How could I know I would never hold you?
Never again in this world,
But oh, sure as you breathe,
I am there inside you.
How could I ever know?
How could I ever know?

(From the Musical The Secret Garden, a song from a lost mother to the husband and son she left behind.)
Lyrics by Marsha Norman, and Music by Lucy Simon

This made me cry.
Especially because I feel like I am leaving love.
I may sing this for my final show piece.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010


What if there is no somebody... what if they are all copies of something that doesn't love me?

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Somedays aren't yours at all...

...They come and go like someone else's days.

We must mourn a small section of time that has passed here from us today.
My sister has been enclosed in a small box made of lead that even i cannot rescue her from.
If i knew how to ask i would pray.
I am not on drugs.
I am not insane.
Her love is not in vain.
He is not weak and small.
She is not in a bad place but by disposable hands.
It is all inevitable.
All is self indulgent.
All is subtle and cunning.
Get your story straight,
Stop the presses!
You will be alone.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Inner Selffffff

You wear a mask more often than not but it is of such a fanciful you that it becomes you and you become it. You no longer wear a mask because you made the mask of your own image.

You are a warrior and you can fight and win every time, this part of you is so hidden at times i want to scream, light a beacon of fire to call her out of you, ALYSS!
You are that beautiful girl that everyone wants and no one really has but a few. They all see you in your ball gown and your half mask. Seeing only your eyes, they already want you. But you put your mask on firm and you dance, but only dance before you disappear again.
You are of the night world as am I. You have found yourself as the moon in my heart. You carry gold on your eyelashes and stars in your hair.
Don't stress about the small stuff! Love is all you need, love love love. Your hair will frizz and you will have dark circles under your eyes. I know you are stressed and stretched out so thin, but remember that warrior in you also holds a great stamina, use it.
You can be terrified at times and lonely like a bunny, but you warm my heart and are quite the cute and cuddly thing.
I think you may be too big for your britches sometimes or your eyes may be too big for your stomach (only in a figurative way), but you will always be my small Alice.
You remind me of cupcakes!! You have such a perfectly decorated outside, but inside you are soft like anymuffin, and that is a good thing. You don't have to be hardened on the inside.
I think you are waiting for yourself to grow up without you, if that makes any sense. You will grow, just eat the mushroom, take the leap.
You are like my little girl who loves to play dress up and pretend and you believe in fairies because, well, because one must.
You are my sister, in good or in evil.
We will dwell in beauty and drag them in!
We are of things beyond.
You are my Shiva, my goddess of many faces,
my favorite being the creative side :)
Swimming in gold we live our lives as sisters of twilight and dawn,
of midnight and high noon, of stars and of clouds, of the Moon and of the Sun.
You are beautiful right now in every way. And only my opinion matters.
You are my dancing queen,
diva supreme,
nylon ruler,
art sister,
and i wont have it any other way.


One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is m o v i n g l o w
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking sdrawkcab
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head
Feed your head
Feed your head"

And your heart!

Saturday, February 20, 2010

I Wish to Dance...

Just want to go out into the woods... see the green haze... see the dim light... 
Though I must ignore the bodies...

I want a dance with my delicious Zombie boy from the night... 

That poor misunderstood Zombie boy... he is not what they think... 
He is of Faerie.
They are all of Faerie.
The Court of Night.
He would dance;
Just Dance...
... and dance...
... and dance

But I won't go. Can't go.


At the light of dusk I wish for...


Now is not the time...
I will not be a girl of the night now...
... because I can never be such again.